Chapter 61

Nathaniel

I grip the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turn white. The engine roars beneath me as I speed down the winding country road, the headlights cutting through the darkness. My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless drumbeat matching the intensity of my thoughts. Every twist and turn of the road feels like a twist in my gut, and I struggle to keep my emotions in check. Beside me, Liza sits quietly, her eyes darting nervously between me and the road.

I break the silence, my voice tight with urgency. "Did you see anyone when the car was set on fire?"

Liza shakes her head, her voice trembling slightly. "No, we were asleep. Conor was the one who woke us up. He was shouting for us to get out of bed. By the time we got downstairs, everything was already in flames."

A cold sweat breaks out on my forehead. "And Megra? Is she okay?" The question feels heavy on my tongue, loaded with fear and concern.

Liza hesitates, her eyes reflecting the dim light from the dashboard. "She wa